I almost left Paris without the gift I had promised to buy for my sister. Silk boxer-style panties. I finally found a shop that sold all types of lingerie and there I found the silk panties. In hindsight (excuse the pun) I should have bought a pair for myself too, but we had been cashing traveller’s cheques like they were going out of style (and now they have), so I thought it was time to turn off the money tap. The panties I bought were much more sexy than any of the gear on the models. Now that I look at the underwear displayed here, I shudder to think how popular women’s girdles were. And garter belts! Who wears garter belts nowadays? I get claustrophobia just looking at some of the whole body girdles on these mannikins – or should I say womannikins?
Having accomplished that little duty, we left Paris on the train to Fougères where our friend awaited us. There was a moment of panic as we rode the bus the last few kilometres and weren’t sure where to get off and how to proceed from there, but a kind woman who got off at the same place showed us exactly where to go.
Our next days involved lots of sightseeing, including Mont Saint Michel, which I have already written about.Click here for the link if you missed it before. What we didn’t realize at the time is that Fougères is famous for its castle, the Château de Fougères. It is one of the oldest and largest of its kind in Europe, dating back to early medieval times. Here are some photos we took, not even realizing the significance and history of the structure at the time.
Next came the guy my husband referred to as the snake oil salesman. He was such a smooth talker, he had people walking away with bags of medicines they hadn’t thought they needed, and probably didn’t.
We were impressed by the man who made his own tools and sold them at the market.My husband bought a knife from this man – a very basic one that he had made himself. The fact that we still have that knife after 36 years is a small miracle. The blade folds into the wooden handle and when we boarded the plane to fly home a couple of weeks later, the metal detector discovered the knife in my husband’s pocket. He had completely forgotten that he had it on him. It should have been packed in our luggage.
Luckily it was before the age of extreme terrorism and he was not arrested and left to rot in jail. He explained how it was a special souvenir from a market where the man had made the knife himself, and it’s more a keepsake than a useful tool. The flight attendant said she would put it in the cockpit with the pilot and he could get it back at the end of the flight.
Somehow I don’t think they would be that accommodating nowadays about a person who tried to board a plane with a knife in his pocket.
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